Thu, June 20 ... 8:59 am

Bad at love music to my ears. Her voice is serene she believes in all my dreams. How can some thing so beautiful be so mean. She tastes like pain tears they fall like rain. Makeup scars her face there's paraphernalia all over the place. Trying to make it seem like she is crazy and high. She escapes, inside her mind. Her friends they play the lie. Knock at the door ... another common street whore. She's selling schemes of things and pieces of her pie